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Cherryseth

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"It wasn't the first time. This one had blossomed exactly as the ones before it. It was completely dreary and wilted, swaying meekly along with the light breeze. Maybe the seeds are defective. I should probably throw it away then. With hopes lost and head bowed down, I gently picked the pot of my first cherry plant and carried it to my room from the garden. Not able to bear the thought of demolishing it, I placed it gently atop my window sill and watched it with tears in my eyes, until sleep swallowed me up in its darkness."All Rights Reserved

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365 by WhisperLeaves

My dear friend, my parents are divorced. Maybe I should say that. For most times of the year, I'd stay with my mother, through the seasons of summer, winter and autumn. But when spring casted it's pollen and petals, I made my way to my fathers house to spend my entire spring break. It was the only season Dad had time to take care of me. Though, it's not just visiting my father I always look forward to. No, because in his house on in an annexed room lies the the blossoming of my very first love. I don't want to sound deep and complex, but that's what my first love was. The trees would rustle and the wind would blow soft pink petals into the room. I hope while I'm on the train ride to my fathers place, I can tell you the whole story. The story of why and the story of what happened during those springs. Every year. Every spring. Well, almost. Yours truly, Kiley.

𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽 💫 || Trevor Belmont || by Khaleesi-Of-Trolls

❝She is made of stardust, her eyes reflect starlight, and when she cracks it escapes and shines through for all to see.❞ In which a young woman searches for a hunter and scholar to aid her and her brother defeat Vlad Dracula, but finds herself slowly falling for hunter

Life: A journey towards self love or....... self hatred by Apulu14

Poems are a great help to depression. My cover is not be very appealing and my title seems boring. Poems are also not liked by people very much and is considered boring. I may not get many views. But in the end "Don't judge a book by it's cover" only wins. So I have bought you some sad poems, food related ones, poems related to the things I love, Love yourself, Romantic and many more. These are written by me and please don't post it anywhere without my permission. To explain you why I have added a pink heart with black background, it is because the poems tell a story of girl(me) to whom people think she is very cold, straight forward, rude and all those things but... in reality she is too soft for this harsh world. The pink heart represents the softness she is hiding inside using her black side so no one would misuse her. The angel in her still haven't faded after getting betrayed, lost, depressed, fake people, bully and many more. She doesn't wants to go through this again. The pink background in the upper half tell that she still have hopes in her life. I want the readers to know the deep meaning behind the Title themselves and I won't reveal it until the end of the book. Keep your guesses up and think what possibly could be the meaning of this unusual title. Thank you and enjoy the journey of this little girl warning: if you are expecting this to be a story then sorry it isn't a story but a collection of poems written by the "little girl" depending on her mood that time. It is more like a Journey. You could skip it if you want to. Or learn about the little girl I'm representing/my life. Credits- I don't own the pictures used here however some are mine most are from other websites and I give their credits to them.

Dead on Arrival - Resurrected by Grace by acpickett

I love the beginnings of stories. Whether it be a book or a movie, I enjoy the opening scenes the most. Because they hold all the promises of what is to come; unburdened by commitment or baggage. Beginnings are full of hope. This story is an exception. Because the beginning of it is a sad one. It's the ending, however, that makes this story worthwhile. It's been several years since these events occurred and I have spent the majority of that time contemplating how best to share this story. Why? Because stories are important and everyone has one. This one is mine...

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔩𝔢 ||Adrian Tepes x Reader|| by otaku84

Nearly there not be tales of the users who use their souls. Shall there not be another to be told after the last has passed from the world. Encrypted with special writing as their circles spun around their being protecting themselves. For told that not even the blood of undead can penetrate their shields. As the numbers dwindled to just one with no knowledge of their ancestors. Naive to allow their selves to be curious that of what's beyond their limits. Alucard x Reader Crossposted on Ao3

Luna || Alucard x Wife!Reader by -PRTTYGAL

◤──•~❉᯽❉~•──◥ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧, 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 ◣──•~❉᯽❉~•──◢ #14 in Alucard 5/5/23

Our Flor by Cely-124

"I loved you like there was no tomorrow yet you left like yesterday didn't mean a thing" All my life I wished for was a family .A happy home to come to I've had it but it all came crumbling down when my mom took me from my only happiness and she would be the reason the world showed it's dark side at a young age. Sneak Peek: "Wow" "she's a goddess" "who is that" "she is a beauty" "what an attention seeker" I walk down the ball smiling softly at all the guests.I walk behind my brothers and papa while Lucas is beside me.I don't miss the lust from men or the jealous glares women are giving me.But what surprises me the most is I see a face I never thought I would see ever again.... Under editing 👋 READ MY BOOK TO FIND OUT July 15😊 Sequel will be out in a while😘

billionaire's love by miss_dreamyhead

Aimlessly, Donna was plodding sluggishly. The clock had hit the 4 am. She was in the search of peace and was wandering on countryside to find serenity. She wanted her mind to stay tranquil rather than filled by chaos. It was still dark. Moon was glinting. Everyone was in deep slumber but she was restless and plodding. It was the end of spring in Italy. She was at the EUR district. She looked at the beauty of that place. The trees of cherry blossoms bloomed already. But some splendid beauty of those blossoms still alive. She stirred and moved forward. A single blossom bloomed and landed on her cheek. She thumped it and looked. It was like blossoms wanted to say, "stay happy and enjoy the beauty of this world. Don't let anyone to invade your tranquil life. Let the thing dropped on their own." Again, a blossom landed on her nose. The blossoming started. She curved her lips into a smile. "Daughter, always remember that these cherry blossoms are the flower of birth, so delicate and fragile like a human existence. It cherishes and blooms the world and then disappears leaving behind their rare splendour beauty." She was reminding her mother's word when she was five, which made a gush of blood flow into her veins. --------------------------------------------------------- Date- 6 July, 2020, from today, I am going to edit my this book again as it is not upto mark for me and I want to do justice with my book!! Caution- i write the story when I was 16, so it may become cringe sometimes.

Hiraeth - [Alucard/Adrian Tepes x Lycan!Reader] by 6000killerbees

Hiraeth(n.) a home sickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. If only, if only you hadn't gone outside your village that night, if only you had listened to your father that day. Then maybe, just maybe he would still be alive, and maybe you wouldn't feel like this. Guilt, fear, rage, and hunger. But then again, you would not have met Trevor and Sypha. And then never met him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ****Foul language and gore (possible sexual themes) None of this art is mine, but I'll tell you if it is. It seems to always be a full moon in Castlevania, so I may have changed up the full moon cycle a lot. Anyway it was hard to choose to do this story for Adrian or Trevor and ended up doing Adrian, but there might be slight moments between Trevor and you (but for the most part you two are just close friends). Alucard is definitely the endgame (obviously, considering the story lmao.)****

How Dare You? by VeilynnWilliams

Previously known as My Thunderstorm ♡♡♡ "How dare you look at the flowers and call them beautiful? How dare you admire the beauty around you while disregarding the magnificence that flows through your veins. Believe me when I say that you are royalty, thunderstorms are afraid of your power. So before you look in the mirror and think that you are anything less than artistry hear me. When your eyes meet your insecurities please let these words echo through. How dare You?" He says while looking into my eyes. ♡♡♡ This story isn't all cupcakes and rainbows. This is a dark romance with violence and abuse in it. If you don't have anything nice to say about my work then keep your mouth shut. ♡♡♡ Started: 19 February 2023 Finished:

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365

My dear friend, my parents are divorced. Maybe I should say that. For most times of the year, I'd stay with my mother, through the seasons of summer, winter and autumn. But when spring casted it's pollen and petals, I made my way to my fathers house to spend my entire spring break. It was the only season Dad had time to take care of me. Though, it's not just visiting my father I always look forward to. No, because in his house on in an annexed room lies the the blossoming of my very first love. I don't want to sound deep and complex, but that's what my first love was. The trees would rustle and the wind would blow soft pink petals into the room. I hope while I'm on the train ride to my fathers place, I can tell you the whole story. The story of why and the story of what happened during those springs. Every year. Every spring. Well, almost. Yours truly, Kiley.